"My dear Leslie, aren't you going to introduce your little boyfriend to me?" Elsa crossed her arms, pursed her lips, and smiled. She looked up and down at Jiang Chen, who was sipping red wine, and a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes. "Long time no see, your taste still doesn't seem to have improved."
Because Jiang Chen was wearing sunglasses and the light was dim, she didn't see who was sitting there. In fact, even without sunglasses and the dim light, it would not be easy for her to recognize Jiang Chen. Not to mention the fact that people of different races couldn't recognize each other, it was impossible for a man of this level to sit in a corner and drink alone.
Who didn't have a large circle of people around them when they had status and identity?
"Miss Griffin." Leslie took a deep breath and looked at Elsa coldly. A cold curvature appeared on her face. "I don't have time to bicker with you today."
"Don't be so cold. It's rare to see you at a banquet," Elsa said with a smile.
Although there was no verbal conflict so far, there were obvious sparks between the two women's eyes.
"This is my business card." The man next to Elsa smiled and nodded to Jiang Chen in a seemingly polite manner. He handed out the gold-plated business card in his hand and said elegantly, "We can have a good chat when we have the chance."
Berkeley Lewis, President of Dream Real Estate.
When Jiang Chen saw the name on the business card, a hint of realization appeared in his eyes.
He felt like he had seen this person somewhere, and now he finally remembered where he saw him.
Probably three or four years ago, at the charity party in Penglai, Jiang Chen happened to meet this man who was pestering Emma, so he helped Emma and made him make a fool of himself at the banquet. In the end, he returned to Los Santos with his tail between his legs.
Jiang Chen didn't know what happened after that that made the idiot who was hollowed out by alcohol and women become what he was now.
Although the disdain and arrogance in his eyes couldn't be hidden, at least on the surface, he had learned modesty and politeness, and even tied himself to Miss Griffin. If he remembered correctly, the surname Lewis was at most a nouveau riche in California.
Jiang Chen looked at the business card between his fingers and just smiled. He didn't even reach out to take it.
His outstretched hand hung in the air. A trace of anger flashed in Berkeley Lewis' eyes, but it quickly disappeared behind the slightly contemptuous and mocking smile. He put the business card into his arms.
"It seems that this is the first time Miss Leslie's little boyfriend has come into contact with this circle. It's understandable that he doesn't understand the etiquette of the upper class." Elsa looked at Jiang Chen with a hint of disdain in her eyes. "Let's go, Berkeley. Even the air will become bad when you stand with boring people."
"Yes, my dear Miss Elsa." After taking a deep look at Jiang Chen, Berkeley Lewis followed Elsa and left the corner of the banquet.
Leslie finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her nemesis leave.
Although she initially wanted to see Elsa suffer at Jiang Chen's hands, the impatience on Jiang Chen's face clearly indicated that he didn't intend to intervene in the trouble between them. Leslie was keenly aware of this. She did not respond to Elsa's provocation. After the latter didn't get a response to her provocation, she also left with a lack of interest.
Leslie watched Elsa's back as she left. She noticed that Jiang Chen's eyes were on Lewis, so she said in a low voice.
"Berkeley Lewis, a nouveau riche from California. Elsa's third boyfriend this year … maybe the fourth. Although he doesn't have much ability, his father is ranked in the top 30 on the Forbes list. Dream Real Estate is also one of the top real estate developers in California, mainly targeting overseas immigrants, especially Han … "
"I know, his father seems to be a shareholder of Warner Bros.," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Do you know him?" Leslie was slightly surprised.
"I said a few words. Obviously, he didn't recognize me." Jiang Chen put the goblet on the table, stood up from the chair, looked at Leslie, and left the unpleasantness behind. He paused for a moment, then said, "Let's go, let's see what good things are at the auction."
Leslie quickly got up.
If her classmates or schoolmates were here, they would definitely be surprised. The third daughter of the Garcia family, who had always been like a flower on a high mountain, actually showed such respect to a man.
…
Under the spotlight, it was hard to be invisible. The established consortiums had long learned to be low-key after their early glory.
Not only old consortiums such as B City, but many families with "small savings" also chose to put their wealth into various types of funds, offshore accounts, and shell companies. This way, it would not affect the control of wealth, but it also successfully achieved wealth invisibility. They could also obtain various tax exemptions in the name of "charity", especially the heinous inheritance tax. The real richest people in the world were invisible. Who would sit in that position? Bill Gates, Old Bill, and other wealthy recruits took on this false title, and the real and fake rich people were happy.
For example, Leslie's father, Otto Garcia, held assets of more than 100 billion US dollars, but he didn't have a place on the Forbes list. Another example was Jiang Chen himself. Except for the first few years on the Forbes list, he bought Forbes magazine to remove him from the list a long time ago.
After all, the string of zeros was too eye-catching.
The auction was held in the large venue on the top floor. Guests in formal wear and gowns entered the venue and sat down according to their seat numbers.
On Manhattan Island, the surname Garcia still had some prestige. Leslie's seat number was relatively close to the front. She held Jiang Chen's hand and walked into the venue. She suddenly noticed an annoying figure. Elsa and her male companion, Mr. Lewis, were sitting not far from them.
Elsa noticed Leslie's gaze, turned her face, and responded with a provocative look.
"You're really haunting me," Leslie cursed in a low voice and no longer looked in that direction.
"Leslie is a bit strange today." Elsa withdrew her gaze from her opponent, took out a makeup pen from her bag, and added some light makeup to her delicate face. "If it was the usual, she wouldn't be so polite to me."
Berkeley Lewis sat there, his expression a bit absent-minded, and he didn't even hear what his female companion said.
Just a moment ago, he suddenly saw a figure that captivated his dreams.
"Berkeley? Are you listening to me? "Elsa glanced at her boyfriend with dissatisfaction, and there was a hint of suspicion in her voice.
Berkeley quickly recovered from the daze. He smiled slightly, calmly retracted his gaze from the figure, and softly comforted his girlfriend.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something …"
While he was coaxing his girlfriend with sweet words, Berkeley's mind had already flown elsewhere.
His eyes inadvertently swept across the backless evening gown. His heart moved slightly, and he suddenly had an idea …
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